Wrong

[Intro: Kuniva]
Uh
Yeah
D12
Uh, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Kuniva]
Yo I think it's time to kill all the drama, mane
It's three o'clock yo it's time to fuck your momma, mane
See I don't give a fuck, I deal wit that karma mane
I plant bullets in you niggas like a farmer mane
I'm never slackin' up, steerin' in the right lane
Shoot a nigga's house up while sippin' on some night train
High as a kite mane, now you on some trouble
Buck-50 cross your face, if you winnin' I'ma cut you
And still bust a nigga bubble, leave you in a bloody puddle
At your funeral, they cuddle
Bang like three gats, show me where the peace at?
Shoot him in his kneecap, take his little weed sack
Three niggas with three MACs, pull your car seat back
Hit 'em with the heat black, leave 'em in the street black
We some real streets cats while you out tourin' mane
We still shoot up niggas while they performin' mane
I'm still rippin' while you checkin' off some chicken
I'ma shoot right in your kitchen, now your lower neck is missin'
And don't know the meanin' of the word "Pull your skirt up"
You don't know about the Dozen, motherfucker you'll get murdered
You got it right nigga, we the ones he fight wit
Got them nines spittin' at you, we will end your life quick
That house nigga that, house nigga this
Want some black in you bitch then suck a house nigga dick
It ain't about a magazine, it ain't about race
It's about you spittin' ghostwritten shit outta your face
So die another day, because you know it's entertainment
I'll stuff ya outta shape pale face into the pavement
The cotton pickers goin' crazy on this lady
With the braids while the babies and the shady niggas praise me
You outta woof tickets, nigga you wack as fuck

[Verse 2: Kon Artis]
Yo, give me the shank let me take a jab at his gut
Okay, you can't even write raps, you're damned at fifty years old
Your daddy's on his death bed, you're never gonna go gold
It's best if you just shut it up, fresh whoops when it's lettered up
You don't want it wit me, take a L like a 7-Up
Fuck your momma I give back shots to your woman
Guess you could say that she got cock in her stomach
If the bitch say she pregnant, no I'm not gonna want it
But you suckers joke, fuck it, I'll make you pay for it mane
Now you pissed, in the club all outta
Jamie Foxx your punk ass, hop back through the crowd
Lick a shot for my man who just got locked down
(Ayo, yo, yo, yo fuck that, keep goin')
'Cause when the bodies start droppin', niggas mommas get to cryin'
Traffic move a little slow, a funeral be passin' by 'em
This shit could've been prevented, if you hadn't started whinin'
'Bout a honkey bein' [?] and most niggas that be rhymin'